She smiles at him.

"You got it," she nods, gripping the reins a bit tighter and urging Nova forward without further prodding. The horse leaps into a canter, making an awful ruckus when his hooves hit water.

She doesn't pull back to slow him, though. She just lets him blow on through the inlet, throwing spray every which way, and laughs softly. The water is cold - oh so cold - given the wind and the temperature, but it feels good.

She won't let Nova get too far ahead, though.